I will no longer love you for the rest of my life

(1)

"When I was sixteen, I discovered that I fell in love with him." Girl Muzi stepped on the beach, facing the sea breeze, and approached the sea step by step. Standing behind her, the sound of the wind carried her words to my ears.

"Then why didn't you tell him then?"

"I knew he wouldn't like me. He always treated me as a sister." She looked back Me, the wind ruffled her hair, the ends of her hair flapped on her face, and her long white dress was blown to one side by the wind.

"It's okay. I won't love him anymore for the rest of my life." She smiled as calmly as a cloud. In fact, we all know that it is not so easy to let go after ten years.

The seawater lapped at the coast. As Muzi walked along the coast, every footprint she walked was washed away by the seawater. I looked at her back with complicated emotions in my heart.

(2)

"The flag-raising ceremony begins now!"

"Play the national anthem, raise the national flag, please pay attention!"

When the national anthem sounded, Brother Yang straightened his back and threw the national flag into the air. After stopping for a second, he remained at attention and stared at the national flag until the national flag reached the top of the pole.

Under the morning light, a group of young people in their prime stood under the national flag, watching the national flag rising slowly, as if their youth was quietly blooming.

Girl Muzi stood in the first row of the class team. When everyone was looking at the national flag, she was looking at Brother Yang on the national flag stand.

He stared at the national flag intently, thinking that one day he would climb to such a high place like the national flag and overlook the scenery of the world; she stared at him intently, thinking that one day she would stand on his Beside them, they held hands and watched the national flag being raised.

(3)

"Hello everyone, my name is Yang Tao. I transferred from XX. I want to start over from the first year of high school. Maybe I am two years older than everyone else. If you don’t mind, you can call me Brother Yang, that’s more cordial. Please take care of me in the future!” Brother Yang’s clean face is somewhat handsome, and his high forehead looks very mature.

After this brief self-introduction, Brother Yang walked next to me, smiled at me, and said hello. From then on, Brother Yang was my deskmate.

Miss Muzi is sitting in front of me. We have been in the same class since junior high school. I gave her the name Muzi. Sometimes she is as quiet as a piece of wood. I nicknamed her Muzi, but she refused and asked me to change it to Muzi and add a girl to make it sound like a girl’s name. .

When Brother Yang sat down in my seat, she turned around and glanced at Brother Yang. The two looked at each other for a few seconds and smiled slightly. I have some doubts.

While Brother Yang was going to the toilet, I asked Muzi: "Do you know each other?"

"No," Miss Muzi looked at me, "I just bumped into him in the corridor. , I didn’t expect to come to our class by such a coincidence." Muzi smiled, his cheeks slightly red.

"As for that?"

"Ah?"

"Isn't he just a handsome guy!"

"Get out!" Muzi The girl turned back and continued writing her homework.

After sitting with Brother Yang for a long time, I gradually got to know him as a person. Eating two more years of rice really makes a difference. Brother Yang, who is two years older than me, is much more mature than I was at that time.

Brother Yang, who transferred to another school and repeated a grade, took the first place in the class in his first exam. This made everyone at the time admire him. I also began to admire such a top student at my desk, and was pushed out. Miss Muzi, who came in second place, often turned back to Brother Yang for advice.

I often tease her, "You are already in second place and you are always bothering Brother Yang. Can't you leave opportunities to us scumbags?"

"I wish Brother Yang, it's none of your business. I'm not bothering you. You blame others for your lack of knowledge."

"Okay, then keep your voice down and don't disturb me when I sleep!"

Brother Yang looked at our daily bickering, smiled and said: "It's okay, we can teach together, I still have time."

"You teach her, I'll sleep "I turned my head away and fell asleep.

When I woke up, I found that everyone in the classroom was gone, and only Miss Muzi was still writing hard.

"Hey, Miss Muzi, where is Brother Yang?"

"Going to play ball."

"You didn't even call me."

"You sleep so comfortably, no one cares about you."

I rubbed my eyes, grabbed my schoolbag and rushed out.

Girl Muzi shouted from behind: "Omelette and cabbage on the first floor of the cafeteria!"

"Oh!"

Girl Muzi always has to have one in the classroom She studies from school to evening classes, so every time she comes back from playing ball, I have to pack her dinner and bring it to the classroom.

I ran to the court, threw down my schoolbag, caught the basketball thrown by Brother Yang, and made a three-step layup. With a bang, the ball flew out of the basket, and my coolness failed.

Brother Yang smiled, caught the ball, and made a layup in three steps. The basketball was very obedient and he finished it easily and in one go.

When we were tired, we sat on the grass to rest.

I said: "Brother Yang, why are you better than me at everything?"

"Practice makes perfect, I was just like you before." Brother Yang smiled, even his smile was full of charm.

"Is Miss Muzi still studying in the classroom?" Brother Yang later followed my example and called her Miss Muzi.

"That kid is hopeless. He only has books in his eyes." I curled my lips.

"It's good to study hard. You should work hard and learn more while you are in your first year of high school."

"Study? It's useless. I still prefer to throw it here." Throw the ball."

I got up and ran to the three-point line, threw the ball, and it went in! I looked back at Brother Yang, "You see, practice makes perfect, what a sense of accomplishment!"

"The same is true for learning." Brother Yang looked at the falling basketball and said, "Basketball can only be a hobby, we You have to take the college entrance examination to get ahead.”

“I’m only in my first year of high school, and the college entrance examination is still far away!” I picked up the basketball and threw it to Brother Yang, “Brother Yang, help me take my schoolbag to the classroom, and I’ll go play. It’s time to eat, what do you want to eat?”

“Just like you.”

I packed three meals, returned to the classroom, and saw when I walked to the door. Brother Yang and Miss Muzi were sitting together. Miss Muzi was sitting in my seat, and Brother Yang was giving her a lecture. The sun was about to set after six o'clock, and the red sunset shined through the window glass on the table, Brother Yang's hands, and Miss Muzi's hair. I couldn't bear to break the warm scene. Standing at the door for a long time, at that moment, I suddenly felt that they were actually very suitable, and they would be very happy together.

"It's time to eat!" I pretended to be out of breath and ran into the classroom, like a light bulb suddenly lighting up in the dark night. Many years later, Miss Muzi still blamed me for appearing when she talked about that evening.

(4)

When he was a sophomore in high school, Brother Yang joined the national flag guard and became a flag bearer. He raised a touch of red for us every Monday morning. He said he liked this feeling, not because of all the attention, but because holding the national flag in his hand was like holding his own country.

Brother Yang is very patriotic. He said he wanted to get into a good university and then join the army during college. The difference between being two years older than me is here. While he has already thought about his future path, I am still glad that the college entrance examination is still more than a year away.

In the second grade of high school, Miss Muzi and I chose liberal arts. We were still in the same class, and Brother Yang chose science.

Miss Muzi had no one to turn to for advice, so she quietly studied on her own in her seat, and did not get to know any new top students. By the second semester, Ms. Muzi’s grades were no longer at the top of the class. She often complained to me, but I was helpless.

Then one day, she suddenly asked me: "Is your dormitory very close to Brother Yang's dormitory?"

"Absolutely the same."

"Can you help me?"

"What?"

She took out a piece of paper filled with math problems and folded it for me. "Bring it to him for me and let him answer it for me. It's best if the process is more detailed."

I took the paper and stretched out my hand, "Meal card!"

Muzi The girl took out her meal card and I snatched it from my hand.

"Dinner is yours, deal!"

"Scam!!!"

Later, until the end of the first semester of my senior year in high school, I helped Miss Muzi and Yang I took the slip of paper countless times, but every time they folded it and brought it directly to me. I thought they had always written the title, and I was not interested in reading it.

Until one time, I put the note in the cabinet and forgot to take it away. As a result, my deskmate at the time looked at me. He looked at me with eyes full of connotation. I felt confused and looked at it. After reading the note, I discovered that it contained a large passage from Miss Muzi, which was all addressed to Brother Yang. This suddenly woke me up. It turned out that I might have been delivering messages for them.

I did not expose Miss Muzi and continued to help her pass the message as if nothing had happened. But from then on, I couldn't help but look at every piece of paper. Girl Muzi's rich emotions were written on the paper, and every sentence seemed to express her love for Brother Yang. Brother Yang was like a big brother, giving her patient guidance and occasionally talking about his dreams and future.

The notes became a place for them to express their feelings to each other, and I was just a messenger.

It wasn’t until the second semester of her senior year in high school that Ms. Muzi told me that she had added Brother Yang’s QQ account and no longer needed me as a messenger.

(5)

In my senior year of high school, I started to pay attention to study. I rarely went to play ball. Every day in the classroom, cafeteria and dormitory, it was three o'clock and one line. Girl Muzi's score was as good as a book. , my grades were difficult even in my undergraduate degree, but Brother Yang was the one who wanted to focus on his academic achievements. The three step-like gaps are destined to take different paths and lead different lives.

But people will never give up so easily, they will always struggle in the face of reality. Although Miss Muzi and Brother Yang did not go to the same school, they went to the same city.

During my freshman year, we rarely contacted each other. We all had our own college lives. We only occasionally chatted a few words on QQ. I don’t know whether Miss Muzi can integrate into the new circle and get to know each other. New people, I don’t know if Miss Muzi and Brother Yang are still in contact.

During the summer vacation at the end of my sophomore year, Brother Yang told me that he was going to join the army. I said that it was okay to come out and get together. He said yes, and I said take Miss Muzi with me. I haven’t seen that guy for a long time. I don’t know if college is going well.

On the day of the party, Miss Muzi wore a light blue dress and light makeup. She lost her ponytail and bangs and had her hair parted in the middle. She looked a little prettier than she did in high school. Mature.

Miss Muzi is no longer as quiet as before. When she sang in the KTV, I thought I was listening to a certain singer's concert. Miss Muzi drank a lot that day. She said she was not drunk, but she talked a lot.

Judging from Miss Muzi’s words and Brother Yang’s reaction, I think their universities are connected.

Me and Miss Muzi live very close to each other. After the party that day, I took her home. In the car, Miss Muzi told me about her interaction with Brother Yang during the two years of college.

Girl Muzi’s school and Brother Yang’s school are quite close to each other. They can be reached by taking a bus. Girl Muzi often goes to Brother Yang’s school to find him. Brother Yang is also hospitable and often takes the bus there. She went to eat delicious food and told him which cafeteria in school was delicious and that place was fun.

There is a lake in Brother Yang’s school. They often sit by the lake and talk. Brother Yang talks to her about life and ideals. Girl Muzi looks at the way Brother Yang talks. For her, ideals are The two of them were sitting by the lake like this, just two people.

Brother Yang knows that Miss Muzi likes him, but he has been avoiding her likes. He said that he regarded Muzi as his sister and a good friend, but not a lover.

Every time Miss Muzi returns from his school, she will feel very sad. That kind of feeling is a feeling of reluctance and unavailability.

Brother Yang later told me that he chose to join the army not only for his own expectations, but also for Miss Muzi. He said maybe my leaving would make him forget. So, that party was a farewell.

Two years later, Brother Yang came back and continued his junior year. Miss Muzi and I had already been out for internship for a year.

Miss Muzi did not leave the city where she was studying in college. He knew that Brother Yang would come back one day, so she continued to wait in that city. Brother Yang's return rekindles hope in her life.

When she was on weekends off, she often went to see Brother Yang. She told me that Brother Yang had changed and became more attractive. She said that Brother Yang is still so good, so mature, and so different.

After listening to her talk about Brother Yang all night, I finally decided to send him a WeChat message.

"Brother Yang, please accept her. After two years, I feel that she still likes you."

After a long time, Brother Yang sent a sighing expression. No more words were spoken, and I didn’t reply.

Feelings are always like this, torturing me and torturing you.

(6)

In March last year, I received an invitation from Brother Yang. He told me that he was getting married, a Western-style wedding, and he wanted me to be the best man.

Brother Yang, who has graduated two years ago, has achieved great success in both his love and career. Four years after graduation, I am still single and wandering in a big city. As expected, Brother Yang is still better than me, and practice makes perfect, which cannot be explained.

Brother Yang sent me photos. My fiancée is very beautiful, but very strange. In fact, I thought countless times that the person next to Brother Yang would be Miss Muzi, but it wasn’t until the moment I received the invitation that I was sure that it was impossible.

"Who is the bridesmaid?"

"Muzi."

"Will she come?"

"You are all My best friend, she will come."

"But she still likes you!"

"She will have to face it after all."

"A girl has liked you for so many years, why can't you give her even one chance?" I know that Brother Yang is getting married, and it is inappropriate to say these words at this time, but I still can't help but Said.

After a long silence, Brother Yang sent a long message:

At around 1 o'clock in the night, I looked at this long message sent by Brother Yang and thought about the secrets hidden in my heart for so many years. , being told all by Brother Yang at this moment, my eyes became wet.

When you love someone, you can really sacrifice everything for him, regardless of the cost, regardless of gains and losses, and even forget about time. Unknowingly, you have been in love for ten years.

(7)

In March, the season of blooming flowers, Brother Yang took his beloved and stepped into the palace of marriage step by step. Girl Muzi stood next to me, still as beautiful as ever in her long white dress and light makeup. (After so many years, I still always think of that girl with a ponytail and bangs. She stuck her head out by the classroom window and looked out at the basketball court. The red sunset shone on her hair and the collar of her school uniform. , turned around and told me with a nymphomaniacal smile: "Brother Yang is so handsome playing ball!" )

After Brother Yang's wedding that day, Miss Muzi and I went to the beach. The three of us visited the sea together.

The seawater lapped at the coast. As Miss Muzi walked along the coast, every footprint she walked was washed away by the seawater. I looked at her back with complicated emotions in my heart.

“Muzi, I have liked you for a long time.

" I have practiced this sentence countless times in my mind, and I dare not say a word.

I think my love for Miss Muzi is the same as her love for Brother Yang. I love her Ten years, she has loved him for ten years. They have no results, and we have no future.

Girl Muzi said: "I will no longer love him for the rest of my life.

”

So, does it mean that I will no longer love you for the rest of my life?